The soul is flames, my dear
And the heaven is over
God is dead, but concepts no die
Nothing matters
The life don’t is more anything
For me or you all are lost
Don’t matters say: I know
I’ll lose the conception concept
And now the hell is my neighborhood
With you I learned to live
But I don’t learned the say goodbye
And now you let me here alone
Clouds tower, tower clouds
In the sun my tears dry
Clouds tower, tower clouds
With you I learned to live
But I don’t learned the say goodbye
And now you let me here alone
Clouds tower, tower clouds
In the sun my tears dry
Clouds tower, tower clouds
Nothing matters
The life don’t is more anything
For me or you all are lost
Don’t matters say: I know
I’ll lose the conception concept
And now the hell is my neighborhood
With you I learned to live
But I don’t learned the say goodbye
And now you let me here alone
Clouds tower, tower clouds
In the sun my tears dry
Clouds tower, tower clouds
My fear is sleep in floor of street
‘Cause the happiness is like chorus
I feeling the smell gasoline
Without know if is good or evil
Without know if I’ll to home
Now nothing matters
‘Cause now the hell is my neighborhood
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